AN: Hello everyone! This chapter is a tiny bit different. Each line break switches the POV sorry if that's a bit confusing.

"Lucy will you please just stop and listen to me?" he had to put a hand out to stop his apartment door from slamming in his face as Lucy stormed in with Henry. She's refused to say a word ever since last night, when the doctor left them alone with Henry after her comment about Lucy being Henry's mom and it was driving him crazy.

"Wyatt I'm done talking about this, there's nothing to talk about." There was a cool edge to her voice, she wouldn't even turn to face him.

"What do you mean there's nothing to talk about? We've barely even talked!" Wyatt walked towards her.

"We don't need to talk because your actions are pretty clear. We went out, we kissed, you left again." she spat and Wyatt's footsteps came to a screeching halt, "So there's really nothing more to talk about is there? We've already been down this road before, I'm stupid for believing this time would actually be different." She laughed to herself with a shake of her head. Wyatt could see the tension radiating off her shoulders, she was bracing for a fight. She's been keeping this feelings in for a while, way too long if you ask him, and Wyatt was fully prepared to let her say what she needed to say.

"Lucy you're not stupid-" he said softly as he moved to put a hand on her arm, trying to deescalate the situation but that was a bad move.

"No that's the thing Wyatt I am!" she whipped around to face him, "I knew how this movie was going to end yet I played along anyway. It's really my own fault for getting my heart broken." Wyatt's heart shattered, was she really blaming herself for him breaking her heart? "I did the same thing but expected a different outcome, that's the definition of insanity, right?" she exhaled running a hand through her hair. She walked into the kitchen and placed Henry in his high chair. She reached up to grab his cereal snacks out of the cabinet. She poured some onto Henry's tray, who began to munch on them happily. It used to make Wyatt's heart flutter at how at home she looked in his apartment but now it was like being punched in the throat.

"I know I haven't given you any reason to believe me, but this is different. Luce come on you have to see that." he said sternly, walking towards the other side of the island. The physical space doing nothing to calm the rage now brewing within him too. Her breath caught at the nickname, he realized all too soon he shouldn't have used it, it was too intimate.

"No," she said, her voice shaking, "no more Luce, I can't be your Luce. Not again." Each crack in her voice was a stab to the heart. "And no Wyatt this time is not different! Tell me how this is different from the time we kissed in front of Bonnie and Clyde and then you stole a time machine to get your wife back? Or the time we slept together in Hollywood and you still ditched me to get your wife back? Or the time you dropped the mother of all bombs with 'I love you Lucy' and then did absolutely nothing about it for three years." She shakily wiped a tear off her cheek and Wyatt curled his hands into fists. "Or you get handed a baby by some random woman, which by the way I didn't even know you started dating again but that's besides the point, and you ask me to help you and we fall into this whatever the hell this is, we go on a date, you kiss me, and somehow you still end up with Jessica and I'm left high and try!" Wyatt felt the air leave his lungs. He couldn't deny any of that because it's all true, all the times he's been a complete dick to her. He dropped his head in shame.

"Lucy I will never stop being sorry for everything that happened with Jessica but that's just it, it happened. It's in the past and it's going to stay there. Trust me when I say I don't want to be with Jessica anymore." He pleaded. "Lucy I don't know what to say to make you believe me." He said bracing himself against the counter, he gripped the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.

"You see Wyatt you've said that before," Lucy said with a soft shake of her head, "you say you're over Jessica, you say you're open to possibilities, you say I'll never lose you, get me to fall hard for you Wyatt then one text message and it all disappears. So, excuse me for being a little skeptical this time." She huffs crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know I'm the biggest jackass on the planet and you don't owe me anything but I'm asking you please…you just have to believe me that I didn't mean to hurt you when I left, I am so sorry for that. Can I explain why?" Wyatt reached across the island and tentatively grabbed her hand, running his thumb across the back of it, extremely grateful she didn't immediately pull away. "I got scared, when we kissed so many emotions came rushing back and I got scared. I was an idiot Lucy and instead of confronting how I felt I bolted and told myself I needed to get back to the babysitter. Which was a lame excuse and I should have just told you and I'm sorry."

"You still left though Wyatt," she said softly not meeting his gaze, "what was I supposed to think?"

"I know, I know… god!" he dropped her hand, his fists pressing into his forehead. "If I could go back and change things I would." The second those words left his mouth Lucy's lips turned up slightly. A little extra air left his mouth as well. "But things are different now."

"Wyatt, he doesn't change anything between us." She said motioning her head towards the child hanging intently on their every word. "We've had these issues long before him, we can't expect him to magically fix things!"

"Of course Henry changes things!" he shouted with a bang of his fist on the counter. Like a whack of a gavel that should have been the end of it. Neither Lucy nor Wyatt have ever been known to back down from each other. It was one of their strengths but also their greatest fault. "He loves you Lucy." He said softer.

"Yeah apparently, he's the only Logan who does." Wyatt physically recoiled at her words. Neither spoke for a moment.

"Lucy you know that's not true."

"Really because it sure seems like it." Wyatt's breath hitched at her words. He could see her fighting back tears and he felt a lump forming in his throat. "I'll ask you again, what am I even doing here Wyatt?" she sighed in a slightly softer tone, the tone made Wyatt hopeful that they could get to a good place and have an actual conversation. "I get you needed me the first day and maybe even the second but I don't understand why you still need me! I'm basically just a babysitter who got sucked into a glorified game of house!" her voice got louder and more frustrated as the sentence went on. He could see her mind going, she wasn't saying all she needed to say. Wyatt wished she would just open up to him instead of keeping everything inside. Realization clicked.

"Is this because of what that doctor said?" he prodded angrily. He knew they needed to talk about what she said. She had made a spot-on observation of Lucy and Henry and Wyatt saw that Lucy was clearly affected by her words. She looked at him with an exasperated shake of her head.

"Yes it's because of what the doctor said!" Lucy exploded throwing her hands up in the air. Wyatt took a step back; he hadn't been expecting her to come right out and admit it. He expected her to offer him some vague, beat around the bush answer. Turns out Wyatt wasn't the only one surprised by Lucy's outburst. Henry burst into tears at the sudden loud noise. His face turned bright red and Wyatt's heart broke in two, they shouldn't be fighting in front of him. He looked at Lucy and saw she wore the same pained expression, she discreetly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and made her way over to Henry. She scooped him up and held the crying infant close to her chest while whispering into his hair. "Shhhh little bear it's okay" she soothed, "I'm sorry for yelling." She lighted swayed with Henry and Wyatt had to take a few deep breaths. What are they doing? She was absolutely right. He needed help when Henry first arrived but what are they now? They went on a date but they're not together, they can't go back to the way they were before but they're basically raising Henry together. Wyatt watched as Lucy lightly bounced Henry back and forth until his sobs became soft hiccups, the look she gave him told him they're not done talking about this yet. He was about to sit down on the stool when Henry turned to him with wide eyes and outstretched hands.

"Dada?"

Lucy stiffed at Henry's words, she turned to Wyatt and saw his stunned expression. A wide smile broke out across his face as he reached for his son.

"Hi little man." He cooed as he cradled the boy in his arms. Lucy's heart raced at the look of pride and love Wyatt that shown in his eyes. "His first word" he breathed with misty eyes. Lucy felt like the guilt punched her in the stomach, she never told Wyatt what Henry said when she was out with Jiya. Hisson's first word and it was calling her 'mama'.

"Yeah…" she whispered looking away from him. Almost as if he could sense her guilt he looked at her with a confused expression.

"What?" she still refused to look at him. "Lucy what is it?" he asked again softer.

"It's just…" she paused, telling Wyatt would hurt him but not telling him would piss him off. She took a deep breath and decided to be honest, he was going to be pissed either way so why not just rip off the bandage, "those aren't exactly… his first…words." She said sheepishly.

"What!" and there it is, the look of hurt on his face made Lucy swallow hard.

"When Jiya and I were shopping he said it." She looked away, suddenly finding the dish towel sitting on the counter very interesting.

"He said his first word and you didn't tell me!" he said with a slight edge to his voice, he took a deep breath before asking more calmly, "What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter Wyatt." She said shaking her head. She watched as he hastily stood up from his stool causing the metal to go screeching across the wood. Lucy knew not telling him would make him angry but she couldn't bring herself to tell him what Henry said.

"Yes it does, I want to know what he said!" he argued. All she could do was shake her head no, which seemed to piss Wyatt off more. She saw his jaw clench, "Why won't you just tell me!"

"Because." If there was one thing Wyatt valued, it was trust and loyalty. Lucy knows that once she tells him what Henry said she'll lose his trust for not telling him when it happened. Truthfully she didn't know why she didn't tell him. Was it the guilt, the irrational fear of him refusing to let her see Henry again, him telling her he doesn't feel the same way? It was hard for her to pinpoint just one reason so now all she could offer was a weak 'because'.

"Because nothing Lucy! If he said his first word you should have told me!" he all but shouted. Lucy knew he was right, she just wasn't sure she was ready to tell him. He kept staring at her expectantly but she continued to fiddle with the towel in her hands.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be upset." She finally huffed in an exasperated tone, arms coming up and slapping against her side. Wyatt squared his shoulders.

"Well look how well that worked out for you Lucy." He yelled causing Henry to start crying again. Both adults winced at the fact that their argument has now caused Henry to cry twice.

"Wyatt…" she scolded, he started to sway and bounce Henry like Lucy had done earlier. She sighed as she glanced at the clock, 9:17, "you should probably take him to bed." He nodded at her suggestion as he took off down the hallway. As soon as he was out of view Lucy leaned her elbows against the counter, burying her head in her hands she tried to stop the tears that were about to fall. She needed to be strong for this conversation, if she starts crying she'll never say what needs to be said. She heard his footsteps thumping lightly down the hall 15 minutes later. She composed herself, smoothing down her hair as he appeared back in the kitchen, baby monitor tight in his grasp.

"My son said his first words to you and I want to know why you kept that from me." He accused, lightly slamming the monitor down on the counter. Lucy tried not to outwardly flinch at the emphasis on the word 'my'. Lucy looked everywhere except his eyes. She couldn't do it. She knew telling him would betray his trust, they told each other everything and keeping this from him was a huge violation of that. He had every right to feel the way he did. He held trust and loyalty above everything else and by not telling him, then and even now, Lucy blew that all apart. Wyatt was drumming his hands on the counter, getting more impatient with her lack of response.

"Because his first word was mama okay!" she eventually choked out. "I decided that you would be better off not knowing" she whispered trying to quickly rid the tear that fell down her cheek. She could practically hear him grinding his jaw.

"That's not a decision you get to make, you don't get to decide what information I do and do not get regarding Henry. You're not his-" he abruptly stopped talking when he saw her physically recoil against the back counters. She straightened her spin and met his gaze with a fire that burned as bright as the sun. That was a low blow and he knows it.

"I'm not his what Wyatt!" she dared, "go on say it!" she could see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, he wanted to say it. The way he balled his fists and his shoulders went rigid, he wanted to say it so bad. Her scowl dared him to say it. He won't say it.

"You're not his mom!" he shouted. She laughed in response, wow he actually said it.

"You think I don't know that Wyatt!" she shouted back with equal fury, she began pacing as she spoke, "You think my heart didn't break when he called me mama. You think that I didn't immediately feel guilty that your son called me mama. You think my chest didn't ache that you didn't get to be there for his first words. I'm a lot of things Wyatt but I'm not an idiot." She didn't realize but she somehow ended up on the other side of the island, literally and figuratively going toe to toe with Wyatt.

"If you feel this way why did you even come to the hospital? Or back home with me for that matter?" Lucy was slightly taken aback by his question. She hadn't expected him to be so accusatory with her intentions. He knows how loyal she is to the people in her life and the fact he thinks she wouldn't have been there for him or Henry stung.

"Contrary to what you might believe I care about him and you for that matter so I'm sorry for expressing my concern for the two of you… I promise it would happen again." She snorted sarcastically.

"You say you care about him, then where have you been for the last two weeks?" Lucy gasped, her throat felt tight and it burned, almost bursting into tears at Wyatt's words. If the mom comment was a knife to the gut this was twisting it and plunging it deeper. Wyatt realized what he said because he closed his eyes and muttered a low 'shit' under his breath. "I didn't mean it Lucy."

"Of course you did! Or you wouldn't have said it. You never say things you don't mean." Her stomach churned as she tried to brush past him, desperate to get out of this apartment as fast as she could but he grabbed her arm to spin her back around to face him. "Wyatt stop, what are you doing? Just let me go." She said the last part at barely above a whisper.

"No we need to talk about this." He said looking her straight in the eye, his voice steady and unwavering. The exact opposite of what her voice would be if she stayed.

"No I think we've pretty much covered everything, you said this time is different when it clearly isn't, I'm not Henry's mom and I don't care about him! Does that sound right?" she scoffed, a harsh bite in her voice.

"Come on Lucy that's not fair" he chided running a hand through his hair. It was Wyatt's turn to pace the kitchen.

"No you know what's not fair! It's not fair that you lead me on just to go back to Jessica." Wyatt stopped his movements, he turned to face her. Disbelief streaking across his face.

"You're seriously back on Jessica!" he laughed incredulously.

"Yeah I guess I am!" she huffed throwing her hands up in the air again. There was no real reason to bring Jessica up again other than the fact that Wyatt hurt her and she wanted to hurt him back. It wasn't the most mature thing to do but Wyatt sent her into a blind rage, they passed mature hours ago.

"Lucy nothing is going on between me and Jessica." He reasoned sitting back at the island scrubbing his hands down his face. She could see he was getting frustrated with this argument but he was the one who wanted to talk, so let's talk.

"Really?" she laughed cynically, "because it seems like every time something happens to us she conveniently shows up!"

"Believe me when I say I didn't know that she would show up." She scoffed and rolled his eyes at his excuse, "You weren't even supposed to see her."

"It's a glass office Wyatt!" she cried, he groaned and shook his head. He braced his elbows on the counter, supporting his head in his hands. "It's fine really, I should be used to being tossed aside by now." Wyatt's head snapped up.

"Oh my God! That was in an impossible situation, yeah I could have handled it way better but the thought of the pain I caused you made me sick to my stomach Lucy!"

"Obviously not enough to not do it again." At Wyatt's sharp intake of breath, she knew she hit him where it hurt, good. Maybe even for a minuet he'll feel what I've been feeling for months.

"What is your problem!" he shouted, obviously not caring about waking Henry. "You're the one who told me to go be with Jessica."

"Yeah and it was the biggest mistake I ever made!" she exploded. Tears filled her eyes as she continued, "I lay awake every night Wyatt hating myself for it." A look of shock and guilt crossed his face. "And my problem is that I'm tired Wyatt! I'm so tired. I'm tired of loving Henry and then having to leave him and go home alone. I'm tired of my body physically aching to be the family we pretend to be. I'm tired of explaining to people that I'm not Henry's mom because there is nothing I want more in this world. I'm tired of pretending everything is fine when it's not, I'm tired of beating myself up for telling to you to make it work with Jessica instead of doing what I want for once in my life and telling you to choose me. But mostly I'm tired of pretending not to love you… it's the hardest and most exhausting thing I've ever done and I just wish -" Lucy's words were cut off by Wyatt's lips slamming against hers. Her eyes widened in shock for half a second before she let herself melt into the kiss with a soft sigh. Their mouths moved in perfect synchronization. Wyatt's arms tightened around her waist and her hands made their way to the back of his neck. She hadn't realized he was crying as well until she was met with the sharp taste of salt on his lips. She gripped his neck and pulled him impossibly closer causing a soft moan to escape his lips. Her tongue lightly swept across his lips and they parted eagerly. They kissed lazily for a few minutes, this kiss was the exact opposite of the kiss from weeks ago. While that kiss had been sloppy and lustful this kiss was passionate and gentle. Lucy poured all her pent-up feelings into the kiss and she could feel Wyatt doing the same. They parted and Wyatt slowly opened his misty ocean eyes to meet Lucy's equally glossy brown ones, her breath caught at all the emotion she saw in them.

"I'm so in love with you Lucy." He breathed against her mouth, his eyes closed as he pressed their foreheads and noses together, he tightened his grip on her waist pulling her closer. He drew patterns on her back as he spoke, "I'm not running anymore… you want me, you've got me."

AN: TBH this is the third version of this chapter and I'm still not 100% sold so let me know what you guys think!